A thumbnail sketch, a jeweller's stone A mean idea to call my own Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young There's time to teach, point to point, Point observation, children carry reservations Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, leaves me cold. A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly.
Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song Standing on the shoulders of giants everybody's looking on (Old don't lay so still you're not yet young, There's time to teach, point to point, point observation, children carry reservations). Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away.
I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice Old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young There's time to teach, point to point Point observation, children carry reservations Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away
Everybody hit the ground. Everybody hit the ground.
